You know what they say, don’t punch a gift horse in the mouth.

Reminds me of this one. Poor Little Nicky.

I’ve been there. Twice.

Cosigned: Len Dawson

Ben Lindbergh covers baseball for The Ringer, and he’s actually really good. Ben’s been on Jonah’s podcast and vice versa. Worst. Rivalry. Ever.

As a Nebraska fan, I’m hoping Northwestern wins a game so Nebraska will be the sole major conference school without a NCAA tourney win (depending on how you categorize the AAC).

A priest, a Rabbi, and an atheist walk into a St. Louis bar.

Life in Brownbackistan isn’t much better. I’m a proponent of the KC metro seceding and becoming its own city-state. It would put an end to the stupid corporate border jumping and aforementioned liquor law quagmire.

Does the trans woman cashier still work there? She was my favorite.

Even though I prefer the Hen House in Corinth, I go to the Hyvee on State Line because that liquor store is fantastic.

Bruce bought me a shot once when he was in KC. He’s the best.

I live in the Kansas City area, and my house is less than a block from State Line Road. I can either go to a good grocery store (Kansas side) and have to make a second stop at the liquor store OR go to a store that smells like rotten milk and meth (Missouri!) but sells booze.

Robert Redford is ginger-ish.

The best advice I got as an engineering intern was “for the first three years, go to every happy hour / holiday party / lunch / kickball game.” It will make a huge difference come the inevitable layoff purges or when you’re looking for the next gig and SURPRISE! one of your former co-workers happens to be there too.

His Nerdist interview is also fantastic. Highly rec’d.

Your post reminds me of the hack joke I hear every time I tell someone I’m a Nebraska grad.

Kansas is the Duke of the Midwest.

Call it the Kirk Hinrich Memorial Award. Honorable Mention to Sherron Collins.

Just yesterday I had JJ’s delivered to my office and the driver lost my chips. So I called him after he left and he said he’d come back with some after he was done with that round of deliveries, which of course never happened. Fuckers.

His caddy had no comment.